And so it is the Day Before Tomorrow.
Tomorrow is when it happens.
Tomorrow, big things will change.
Tomorrow, I get a new title.
Tomorrow, this sweet creation will meet the world.
Interestingly, these are the same thoughts I pondered on the night before my children were born. After waiting and growing and waiting and planning and waiting and creating space in my life, I was one day away from the birth of something I prayed would influence the world.
And the parallels continue, as I think about it. My babies and my book have cost me some worry and sleep. They both require some serious character shaping and development. There are books in my boys; my boys are in this book. Each one is an extension of me, and yet I must somehow separate my identity from each one’s successes and failures. Each one requires me to set boundaries, lest I give it too much of my time and myself. Each one makes me laugh. And each one holds a whole lot of my heart.
And I sincerely hope you like all of these gifts that began as a seed of an idea tucked deeply inside of me.
But just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t give my very life for this book.
Or any book.
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